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The little French doll was a dear… Tricked out in the sweetest of dre… Her eyes were of hue A most delicate blue And dark as the night were her tre…
Come, brothers, share the fellowsh… We celebrate to-night; There’s grace of song on every lip And every heart is light! But first, before our mentor chime…
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed ‘em; In bed I lie With books hard by,
Over the hills and far away, A little boy steals from his morni… And under the blossoming apple-tre… He lies and he dreams of the thing… Of battles fought and of victories…
How calm, how beauteous and how co… How like a sister to the skies, Appears the broad, transparent poo… That in this quiet forest lies. The sunshine ripples on its face,
I count my treasures o’er with car… The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A little lock of golden hair. Long years ago this holy time,
Go, Cupid, and my sweetheart tell I love her well. Yes, though she tramples on my hea… And rends that bleeding thing apar… And though she rolls a scornful ey…
HORACE When you were mine in auld lang sy… And when none else your charms mig… I’ll not deny, Fair nymph, that I
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isl… In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed b… And the ocean loves to wander. Fragrant the vines that mantle tho…
Ed was a man that played for keeps… You cudn’t stop him any more’n a d… For when he tackled to a thing ’nd… You bet yer boots he done that thi… So all us boys uz knowed him best…
There once was a bird that lived u… And all he could whistle was “Fid… A very provoking, unmusical song For one to be whistling the summer… Yet always contented and busy was…
Sleep, little pigeon, and fold you… Little blue pigeon with velvet eye… Sleep to the singing of mother-bir… Swinging the nest where her little… Away out yonder I see a star,—
Good editor Dana—God bless him, w… Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away Through the mist and the spray To the sensuous climate of Spain.
As I was going to Bethlehem-town, Upon the earth I cast me down All underneath a little tree That whispered in this wise to me: ‘Oh, I shall stand on Calvary
Us two wuz boys when we fell out,— Nigh to the age uv my youngest now… Don’t rec’lect what’t wuz about, Some small deeff’rence, I’ll allo… Lived next neighbors twenty years,